The Kitchen God came through, even as it is snowing. Packers are boxing up Stinky Glama Villa. I have the key to the Jewel Box, our new house’s name, in my hot little hand. Princess Ai Lin has already visited, even though the house was empty. Thing 3, home from school after a trip to our favorite medical clinic for bruised ribs, and I prayed outside the front door before we entered, a Year of the Rat lucky knot decoration held in our hands. It has been a busy day.
At swimming lessons on Wednesday I told an Aussie mother about our change of address. Her response, “Well, maybe it’s fate.” Coming on the heels of my Amy Tan urban wisdom epiphany, this seemed prophetic.
I can’t say I am sorry to be leaving this house. Glama Villas can have their “exclusive” manse back. (I will gladly throw in an oven rack). It has already taken up too much time and cyber-ink. This Princess will be back in the New Year with more than cheese (or rice, for the Chinese mice) to chew on.